Tick tick tick A silent wish One owned by quietness Tock tock tock Tick tick tick Oil erases rust off the handle Light covers the candle Dust can no longer sever The path of the lever Tock tock tock Tick tick tick Gears turning Metal on metal learning Completed rotation With sharp motivation Tock tock tock Tick tick tick Sound of Gladness Gears turning like madness Number's faces clear as glass Time with its favorite music alas Tock tock tock...
Tick tock tick
Fuel running low
Wick burnt beyond sew
My hearts clock creaking to a halt
To be tortured with the sting of salt
Tick tock tick tock....
Only once ticked never again tocked
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